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StoryNineteen and the Mermaids ralph46 years 3 months ago
StoryBegging’s Not My Business ralph06 years 3 months ago
StoryCome Sunday ralph36 years 3 months ago
StoryTo Recover ralph06 years 3 months ago
StoryHome ralph16 years 3 months ago
StoryHockney and I ralph36 years 4 months ago
StoryOn London Bridge I Fell Down and Wept ralph26 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Stigmatisations ralph36 years 4 months ago
StoryOlder ralph06 years 4 months ago
StoryAs if Dancing to Basie ralph36 years 4 months ago
StoryWisconsin ralph06 years 4 months ago
StoryBreathing Lessons ralph16 years 4 months ago
StoryDawn Call Late ralph06 years 5 months ago
Forum topicRecovery Songs published today ralph36 years 6 months ago
StoryWhilst Reading Anne Tyler ralph06 years 6 months ago
StoryDistancing ralph16 years 6 months ago
StoryA Dance in the Pub for Carlos Alberto ralph16 years 6 months ago
StoryIn Childhood ralph26 years 7 months ago
StoryThomas Wilson ralph26 years 8 months ago
StoryAfter the Division Bell ralph06 years 10 months ago
Blog entryLondon Reading Event Coming Up! insertponceyfre...106 years 10 months ago
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StoryBuild a Castle ralph06 years 11 months ago
StorySerotonin Rag ralph86 years 11 months ago
StoryJesus Drives a Hyundai ralph17 years 1 month ago

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On December Nights in 1973

On December Nights in 1973 Our mum, she loved Marks & Spencer. She'd always say, "Ohh.You can't beat them for quality. For value!" Every...
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Jimmy

Jimmy Under the trees at the end of the field. The day we built our camp. We had rusty nails, sweet cigarettes. A radio that played opera. You showed...

Luton Revisited (After John Hegley)

Many years ago, John Hegley wrote a seismic political poem about class and mobility for his home town of Luton. It still shocks today. You can hear...
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Ascensions

Ascensions No finger on it. The colour, the grey area i nsipid in other circumstances. Here, the light glows as if a search. A treasure sunk — swept...
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Moon Over Armley

Moon Over Armley An angry cloud converses with the lunar. The sixpence sphere will always rise above. In Armley prison darkness arrives sooner. A...
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